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HerestheboyIwastalkingtoyouabout,hesaid,indicatingthered-hairedchild. Itookthelibertyofpresumingonyourgoodnessinhisbehalf.Oh,repliedJulianMastakovich,stillnotquitemasterofhimself.Hesmygovernesssson,ourhostcontinuedinabeseechingtone. Shesapoorcreature,thewidowofanhonestofficial.Thatswhy,ifitwerepossibleforyou-Impossible,impossible!JulianMastakovichcriedhastily. Youmustexcuseme,PhilipAlexeyevich,Ireallycannot.Ivemadeinquiries.Therearenovacancies,andthereisawaitinglistoftenwhohaveagreaterright-Imsorry.Toobad,saidourhost. Hesaquiet,unobtrusivechild.Averynaughtylittlerascal,Ishouldsay,saidJulianMastakovich,wryly. Goaway,boy.Whyareyouherestill?Beoffwithyoutotheotherchildren.Unabletocontrolhimself,hegavemeasidelongglance.NorcouldIcontrolmyself.Ilaughedstraightinhisface.Heturnedawayandaskedourhost,intonesquiteaudibletome,whothatoddyoungfellowwas.Theywhisperedtoeachotherandlefttheroom,disregardingme.Ishookwithlaughter.ThenI,too,wenttothedrawing-room.Therethegreatman,alreadysurroundedbythefathersandmothersandthehostandthehostess,hadbeguntotalkeagerlywithaladytowhomhehadjustbeenintroduced.Theladyheldtherichlittlegirlshand.JulianMastakovichwentintofulsomepraiseofher.Hewaxedecstaticoverthedearchildsbeauty,hertalents,hergrace,herexcellentbreeding,plainlylayinghimselfouttoflatterthemother,wholistenedscarcelyabletorestraintearsofjoy,whilethefathershowedhisdelightbyagratifiedsmile.Thejoywascontagious.Everybodysharedinit.Eventhechildrenwereobligedtostopplayingsoasnottodisturbtheconversation.Theatmospherewassurchargedwithawe.Iheardthemotheroftheimportantlittlegirl,touchedtoherprofoundestdepths,askJulianMastakovichinthechoicestlanguageofcourtesy,whetherhewouldhonourthembycomingtoseethem.IheardJulianMastakovichaccepttheinvitationwithunfeignedenthusiasm.Thentheguestsscattereddecorouslytodifferentpartsoftheroom,andIheardthem,withvenerationintheirtones,extolthebusinessman,thebusinessmanswife,thebusinessmansdaughter,and,especially,JulianMastakovich.Ishemarried?IaskedoutloudofanacquaintanceofminestandingbesideJulianMastakovich.JulianMastakovichgavemeavenomouslook.No,answeredmyacquaintance,profoundlyshockedbymy-intentional-indiscretion.*NotlongagoIpassedtheChurchof-.Iwasstruckbytheconcourseofpeoplegatheredtheretowitnessawedding.Itwasadrearyday.Adrizzlingrainwasbeginningtocomedown.Imademywaythroughthethrongintothechurch.Thebridegroomwasaround,well-fed,pot-belliedlittleman,verymuchdressedup.Heranandfussedaboutandgaveordersandarrangedthings.Finallywordwaspassedthatthebridewascoming.Ipushedthroughthecrowd,andIbeheldamarvellousbeautywhosefirstspringwasscarcelycommencing.Butthebeautywaspaleandsad.Shelookeddistracted.Itseemedtomeeventhathereyeswereredfromrecentweeping.Theclassicseverityofeverylineofherfaceimpartedapeculiarsignificanceandsolemnitytoherbeauty.Butthroughthatseverityandsolemnity,throughthesadness,shonetheinnocenceofachild.Therewassomethinginexpressiblynaive,unsettledandyounginherfeatures,which,withoutwords,seemedtopleadformercy.Theysaidshewasjustsixteenyearsold.Ilookedatthebridegroomcarefully.SuddenlyIrecognisedJulianMastakovich,whomIhadnotseenagaininallthosefiveyears.ThenIlookedatthebrideagain.-GoodGod!Imademyway,asquicklyasIcould,outofthechurch.Iheardgossip